Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.